"Pretentious fuck." Jordan said, digging his own hands into his fresh wounds. Then, Jordan was naked, bearing his junk for the world to see. With his left hand, Jordan covered the hole in his chest, keeping air from escaping. With his right hand, he formed five balls of crimson energy, one over each of the fingers on his right hand. Jordan reared his hand as he prepared for the attack, then threw the balls as the flew toward Raelis.

Jordan fell. The ground was not too far below. Jordan wondered if he would die from the ground first, or the sun. No- it was too soon for death. Jordan sprouted wings once more and maintained himself in the air, as a bat. His best bet, simply to run away.